That primitive human watched as his last soul body burst open, let out a furious roar, and the blood energy on his body transformed into runes, releasing a massive thrust that sent Wu Sheng and his soul body flying ten zhangs away.

  Whoosh!

  That primitive human turned into a flash of light and disappeared.

  Wu Sheng never thought that the legendary fearless and death-defying primitive human would flee. He raised an eyebrow, shot out a Blood Qi-emitting Benming Lingbing ring, and threw it at the primitive human's body, shattering his physical form.

  The residual soul in the body of the primitive human being condensed into a streak of light and continued to escape.

  "Do you really think I'm easy to bully?" Wu Sheng's expression turned serious as he casually patted the Seven Saints Token, pulled out a pen and threw it out.

  Magic Space Pen!

  Normally, a spatial spirit soldier is extremely rare. Wu Sheng surprisingly took out four spatial spirit soldiers today. This is his fourth spatial spirit soldier and also his last one.

  Wu Sheng threw out the Space Spirit Brush, transforming it into a bolt of lightning that chased after the residual soul of the primitive human, causing the space to become void. The Space Spirit Brush and the residual soul of the primitive human both disappeared in the alternate dimension.

  Ding!

  Su Dao woke up and found a soul power the size of a snowball appearing in the sea of consciousness and merging into the soul power pool.

  "That primitive human is really hard to kill!" Wu Sheng sighed and turned his head towards Su Dao Xing, "Are you alright?"

  "It's just a bit of physical weakness, nothing serious." Su Daowei replied.

  "Keep moving forward!" Wu Sheng forced himself to walk towards the center of the battlefield, although he really wanted to turn back now. But thinking that he had spent four Space Spirit Soldiers and hadn't gained enough benefits yet, his heart felt unresigned.

  Out of the darkness ahead, a young man walked out. It was Yang Honggang. On his back was Zhang Xu, a powerful cultivator in the Refining Realm and a famous teacher from the Demon Saint Institute.

  "Is Zhang Xu dead?" Wu Sheng saw the young man carrying Zhang Xu out of the darkness, he had already sensed the death aura on Zhang Xu's body, and was just asking a perfunctory question.

  "Hmm!" Yang Hong's face was full of sorrow, and he nodded slightly.

  Master Zhang Xu died in battle at Yuanjing!

  He was not the first to fall, nor will he be the last.

  Two more people walked out of the darkness, both were Bai Mai masters. One was Lu Haiying, ranked first in the Sacred Name Index, and the other was one of his four teammates. Both hung their heads, their faces filled with shame.

  On that day, five people entered the abyss, and only two came out alive.

  Su Dao woke up with a silent sorrow in his heart.

  Wu Sheng watched as one by one they emerged from the darkness, temporarily halting their advance.

  Su Dao Xing stood up with Wu Sheng.

  A sobbing sound came from the darkness, it was a woman who was crying. She slowly walked out of the darkness, and it turned out to be Xuan Shanshan, ranked second in the Holy Name List.

  Xuan Xianxian's four teammates were killed in action, and she was lucky to have survived. Her right arm was gone, severed during the battle with the abyssal monsters.

  "What nonsense! A group of Hundred Pulse Sect masters without a strong True Realm cultivator to guard them dare to enter the Two Realms Battlefield in the Abyssal Void, isn't this seeking death?" Wu Sheng saw Xuan Shanshan and angrily shouted.

  Xuan Xianxian cried even louder, walking and shedding tears all along the way.

  Su Dao woke up with a series of sighs in his heart.

  After a while, ten old men walked out of the darkness. Eight of them were walking upright, and two were being carried because they had already died in battle.

  Wu Sheng gazed at the two elderly men who had died in battle, bowed his head and said, "Alas! Two of the most senior masters from the Seven Saints Institute have fallen. Perhaps this is the best way for a master to go, in the depths of the void!"

  Eight old men carried two corpses towards the entrance of the Abyssal Boundary.

  Su Dao Xing knew that Wu Sheng no longer dared to venture deeper into the depths of the Abyssal Realm. Fear had taken root in his heart, and it was as if terror had grown roots there.

  Su Dao Xing didn't say a word, standing there, bowing his head in respect to each deceased person he saw, mourning for a moment.

  Knock knock!

  A heavy footsteps echoed from the darkness in the distance.

  A Yellow Turban warrior and a Martial Saint emerged from the darkness, the Yellow Turban warrior carrying the upper half of Wen Shengtong's body, while the Martial Saint carried the lower half.

  Wén Shèng Tóng was actually cut in half by a single knife, and the Abyssal Realm unexpectedly had primitive humans who were masters of knife techniques.

  "Are you together?" Huang Jinli asked Su Daoxing.

  "No, you go first." Su Dao Xing said to Huang Jin Li Shi.

  Huang Jin Li Si continued walking towards the entrance of the abyss.

  The Martial Saint merely glanced at Su Daoxian and Wu Sheng before following the Yellow Turbans towards the entrance of the Abyssal Void.

  "Even Lianwen Shengtong was cut in half by a single knife, it seems that this time the Abyss has brought an extremely powerful being." Wu Sheng furrowed his brow, becoming even more hesitant.

  A woman walked out of the darkness, it was Shen Jiupin. Behind her followed Tang Can with a defeated look on his face. Seeing Wu Sheng, she said "Wu Sheng, you still dare to venture deep into the Abyssal Realm? Hurry up and leave! The strongest have arrived in the Abyssal Realm, the Grandmaster of the Holy Institute, the Dean of the Seven Institutes, some mysterious strongmen from the Military and Political Departments. Town Guardian is resisting the attack of the strongest in the Abyssal Realm. Those people, any one of them can kill you within three moves, going there will only add trouble for them, it's useless."

  Wu Sheng's face sank, knowing that Shen Jiupin was telling the truth, but this also hurt his pride.

  "By the way, I'll tell you something. The tail of the Azure Dragon was blown up by a monster from the Abyssal Realm." Shen Jiuping said with a sneer to Wu Sheng.

  Wu Sheng's last bit of stubbornness disappeared, he turned around and said to Su Dao Xing "Let's go, first leave the Abyssal Realm, the strongest in the Abyssal Realm has appeared, we can't withstand the strongest blow, don't send yourself to death for nothing."

  "Consider yourself lucky!"

  The teachers and students left the entrance of the Abyss, leaving the icy depths behind. This battle had resulted in great losses for humanity. A renowned teacher from the Demon Saint Institute had fallen, three hundred-vein masters and two famous teachers from the Martial Saint Institute had fallen, a famous teacher from the Literary Saint Institute had fallen, and even the Literary Saint Tong himself had fallen. Other institutes also suffered casualties among their teachers and students. This was an unavoidable loss for the Seven Saint Institutes.

  "The strongest in the Abyssal Realm have appeared, including the old Dean and the seven major Deans, as well as the powerful ones from the Military Department. The Town Guardian is also fighting against them on the two battlefields of the Abyssal Realm, but I don't know what the outcome will be."

  "If we lose, I'm afraid all the entrances and exits of the abyss will be impossible to defend."

  "Nonsense! Don't the four great guardian beasts still guard the entrance and exit of the Abyssal Boundary?"

  "Don't even mention the Four Great Guardian Beasts anymore. According to legend, the tail of Qinglong, the Azure Dragon guardian beast, was blown up by a monster from the Abyss."

  The students of Qī Shèng Yuàn were abuzz with discussion.

  Everyone is waiting for the outcome of the battle between the two realms of the Abyss.

  In the blink of an eye, three days have passed.

  A shocking piece of news spread from the depths of the border: Yun Saint Hall's Dean Lu Qingyu has fallen.

  The head of Yunshengyuan, a generation of Xiuzun, a generation of famous teachers, Lu Qingdiao, the winner of the Dongtu Huangchao Gongxun Award, died in battle with the strongest player in Yuanyu, and the whole country mourned.